The driver went on ahead to a house, and there we sat shivering.

When he returned we found he had gone over a fence into a field, so we had to dismount and plough through the snow after the sleigh; then we reseated ourselves, but oh, the poor horses!...
WENDTE'S STATION, January 14, 12-1/2 o'clock P.M.
Well, well, good folks at home, these surely are the times that try women's souls.

After writing you last, the snows fell and the winds blew and the cars failed to go and come at their appointed hours.
We could have reached Warsaw if the omnibus had had the energy to come for us.

The train, however, got no farther than Warsaw, where it stuck in a snowdrift eleven feet deep and a hundred long, but we might have kept that engagement at least.

Friday morning we went to the station; no trains and no hope of any, but a man said he could get us to Attica in time for an evening meeting, so we agreed to pay him $5.